#29

I was walking home from work today, just starting up a hill. Up ahead, there was a signpost, and leaning against it, a single ski, which had not been there as I descended the hill this morning. It was an old ski, its plastic and its paint plain and worn and faded with use and age. As I drew closer, I saw its brother ski on the grass beside it. Seeing the pair, my mind flashed to what price I might be able to secure for them. Then I thought, Man, I don't pick up no speed limit sign skis.

It was an absolutely phenomenal walk. I saw hawks mating and flying just to fly and the wind was cool and laden with the scent of the woods as they let go summer raiment and don their autumn cloaks. The sun was bright and clear and the sky that polarized October blue.

--JL